. Battleground adventures, the stories of dwellers on the scenes of conflict in some of the most notable battles of the civil war . hescreeching of the shells, and the helter-skelter retreat of ourmen, and the unearthly yelling of the pursuing Rebels. Butthe town was nt shelled, though a good many missiles acci-dentally came into it during the battle. The Union troops retreated through the town in a regu-lar stampede. Some of them came up an alley behind ourhouse and in at the rear door and out at the front. After-ward we found in our back yard a number of guns loadedand capped that theyd thro
. Battleground adventures, the stories of dwellers on the scenes of conflict in some of the most notable battles of the civil war . hescreeching of the shells, and the helter-skelter retreat of ourmen, and the unearthly yelling of the pursuing Rebels. Butthe town was nt shelled, though a good many missiles acci-dentally came into it during the battle. The Union troops retreated through the town in a regu-lar stampede. Some of them came up an alley behind ourhouse and in at the rear door and out at the front. After-ward we found in our back yard a number of guns loadedand capped that theyd thrown away. They could easilyhave pillaged the house, but the only thing we missed wasa little linen apron I d been ironing. I think perhaps a sol-dier took it for a handkerchief. As we were looking out of one of the cellar windows wesaw some of our men whod been taken prisoners, and theywere standing so near that we spoke to them. They saidthey expected to be sent off South and wished we wouldwrite to their home people. Then, one after the other, theygave us their names, and the addresses of the persons towhom we were to WATER FOR THE MARCHIXG TROOPS 1 TH2 MEW YORK?UBUC UBRAR^ MT9H, LC»»X The School Teacher 179 The town was full of Rebels when we came up from thecellar, and we could see a Union soldier lying out in thestreet with his head cut off. He had probably been over-taken by the enemys cavalry. Early next day one of the doctors came to our house andsaid to us girls: You must come and help take care of thewounded. The men are suffering, and you are needed. It did nt seem as if I could do such work, but I doctor led the way to the Catholic church, which, likeall the other public buildings, had been turned into a hospi-tal. Some of the wounded lay in the pews, and some lay onthe floor with knapsacks under their heads, and there werevery few persons to do anything for the poor fellows. Every-where was blood, and on all sides we heard groans and criesand pray
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